The Inola Register. (Inola, Okla.), Vol. 9, No. 15, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 19, 1914 Page: 2 of 8
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INOLA. OKLA, R EGISTER
Ptdro and the dancing bear, Mr. Jonee.
invent a tramp from Bteallng a young
idy'a purse. Pedro's ambition to become
„ painter spurs him to quit Olil Nlta and
.he strolling bear dancer*. Pedro, uni
Mlta and the bear trainers start for New
rork. Miss Iris Vanderpool quarrels with
I aer artist lover. Sam Hill, and they part.
She discovers In her father s desk a por-
1 trait, which she recognises as that ot
Pedro, who rescued her from the purne
anatcher. Hill meets Pedro and Mr.
Jones In Washington square Hill discov-
ers talent In Pedro's druwlngs and In u
tnad desire to lose himself, gives bin
Studio and all In It to Pedro In exchange
for Mr. Jones. Pedro occupies Hill s stu-
dio and calls on I<elgh. the sculptor, with
a letter from Hill. Leigh, calling In re-
turn, In the alley bumps Into two men.
one of whom Is Reginald Vanderpool. Iris
father, In disguise. Vanderpool s compan-
ion goes Into the basement of Hill s studio
and talks with Klcardo, or Howe, the
basement tenant, of a conspiracy against
a foreign government. Vanderpool, over
Whom Rowe has a secret hold, Is Impli-
cated. Benora lJaussa and her child, sup-
posedly dead In an uprising. Howe knows
to be alive. Benora l'aussa Is driven by
Rlcardo to a resort where the conspira-
tors meet her and profess loyalty. «am
8111 sees Rowe unexpectedly attacked liv-
id Nlta, and rescues her. Pedro takes
luncheon with Iris In her home, meeting
Vanderpool. who la disturbed by Pedro s
presence. Iris tells Pedro her suspicion
that her father Is being blackmailed and
•nlists hie help. Iris poses for Pedro
Pedro sees Rowe with Vanderpool and
peeping through Rowe's basement win-
dow U astonished at sight of a woman
whose face, feature for feature. Is like
Ills own. Hill hears from the bear dan-
cers that Pedro Is a Venezuelan. Hill and
Mr. Jonea wander about, and stumble
upon Rowe, loading a steamer with con-
traband of war. Hill Is seised as a spy.
Vanderpool. asphalt king, appears as
The day on which Iris came to
Pedro's studio for her second pose was
not that which had been appointed,
hot one nearly a week later. During
the Intervening period the young
painter had remained locked In the
•tudlo as long as daylight lasted,
emerging only at night, in company
Pedro had given her no explanation
tor putting her off, simply sending
word that he could not have her at
present, but would get some work
done on the background of the por-
Iris had telephoned several futile in-
vitations, and at last, catching Pedro
on the wire, had arranged for a sit-
ting. At the hour appointed, she
mounted the stairs slowly, with fast-
beating heart, starting and trembling
at every sound within the ancient
She reached the door unchallenged,
and rapped upon it.
"Lady! Most gracious Madonna I"
he cried in greeting. "See, here is the
blue robe—quick, quick! 1 am all im-
patience to begin. Do you know the
good tidings? Of the ridiculously au-
dacious thing I am going to do? Ex-
hibit my pictures! Yes, me. Pedro!
Hal ha! 1 am not unknown, it seems!
Read the newspapers. I am Pedro, the
great Spanish artist! I do not knov
how to paint, but it matters not; they
will Bay 'an impressionist—Matisse
outdone!' Ah! ha! your portrait will
be the chief gem of the display. In
two weeks comes the exhibition, so I
must finish it soon, soon!"
During the first part of the pose, he,
contrary to his usual habit, talked rap-
"It will be a lovely exhibition!" said
he, "there will be Leigh's stuff—beau-
tiful marbles, rich in form, and with
such textures and high lights. You
know! And the virginal white bas-re-
liefs—the Joyous one of the ladies
dancing. And around the walls, be-
tween these things will hang many
gorgeous paintings by that great Span-
Iris could not but laugh with him.
"And of all these fine pictures." he
continued, "the most lovely will be a
Madonna with hair that is red-gold,
Then there was silence and he
worked fiercely, cruelly, for. as usual,
he forgot the rests, and it grew late
before either spoke.
At last, exhausted by the long pose,
by his indifference, by her own emo-
tions. she could bear it no longer, but
holding out her arms toward him. she
swayed slightly, and said his name in
a broken voice.
Then he saw how white and drawn
bar face had become, and with a little
cry he dropped his palette and sprang
to her side.
"Madonna!" he said, "forgive me!
Come down! So! Let me help you.
Lie here upon this couch. Ob, I am
erael and thoughtless!"
Whimpering a little, she clung to his
arm. burying her face in the crotch of
bla elbow, fondlinj his band.
"Pedro, Pedro. I am so tired!" aba
■aid over and over again.
"I know! A little sherry!" he ex-
claimed. "A bite of luncheon! You
will aee now what a splendid house-
wife I can really be. at need. We will
havo a charming meal directly."
He poured wine into an antique
Venetian glass, and brought it to her.
clasping both her hands about the
fragile thing as one would clasp a
child's untrained fingers around
"Drink!" be commanded, "and He
humble serving slave. See
magic the feast shall appear!"
Then he drew up a little round table
before the hearth, stirred the dying
embers with fresh wood, threw an
Arabian cloth over the table and pro-
ceeded to lay the feast.
She sat up and allowed him to feed
her. The solitary fork gave them
much cause for mirth, for she Insisted
that they share it, and before the meal
wbs finished they were playing like
Pedro's moods were generally Irre-
sistible, and he was determined that
she forget and forgive his thoughtless-
ness. As he sat opposite, seeing her
cameo-like beauty, he thought for the
hundredth time that Hill had chosen
well. Small wonder that the latter had
been driven to despair by her! And
she—did she still care for the absent
painter? She seldom spoke of him.
and that argued well for Hill's cause.
And what had parted these two? Some
silly, silly quarrel, lie again assured
himself. How well matched they
were, how admirably suited to each
other! Hut how about the girl's atti-
tude toward himself . . .? A subtle
smile crept to the corners of his mouth
at the thought, and he hastily took his
eyes from her face, looking intently at
the glowing cigarette between his fin-
"What is the matter?" she asked
"A second ago you were merry. Now
you look quiet, wise—dangerous? How
'Dangerous! Far from it!" he ex-
claimed, pushing back his chair, "that
is. unless you call overwhelming curi
oslty dangerous. Personally 1 think
it less dangerous than a lack of curi-
osity; to the individual, at least."
"And what makes you curious?" she
Then Pedro, who did not know how-
to lead gently up to any subject,
"Were you engaged to Hill?" he
Without answering, she arose and
walked away to the window, where she
stood for several moments before re-
plying. her back turned.
"Yes." she said at last.
"And do you still care for him?"
To her own intense surprise she
found that she could not reply at once.
"1 beg your pardon, Madonna." 6aid
"Oh, you don't understand!" she
cried wildly, throwing out her hands
"I don't care, I hate—oh! why did you
"1 think 1 do understand," he said
very distinctly, looking straight at her.
A wave of crimson flooded her
cheeks. What did he mean? Vnable
to face him longer, she buried her face
in her hands. He came toward her
and stood where he could have touched
"Sam Hill is a great soul." said he
softly. "He is generous and good. He
is talented, he is
He Is nothing to me!" she gasped,
"He is my friend." finished Pedro
She flung her arms wide, and turned
to him with an appealing gesture, her
face revealing an emotiou she made
no attempt to conceal, nor he to
"Pedro!" she began passionately,
"you will think me mad for saying It,
but ah! I cannot help It—you make
me! Pedro, I lo*? . . ■"
There was a crash as his liquor
glass fell to the floor.
"Hush!" said he.
"What is It?" she asked, for the mo-
ment starred Into normality.
"Nothing!" said he. "only you are
not to finish your sentence. Never
mind the glass. It was done intention-
ally. Let us talk of other things."
"But, Pedro." she said hysterically.
"I cannot! I am possessed! How can
you be so cruel?"
"Please, please!" he begged her.
"Madonna. I am abject; I am in tor-
ture! Have pity!"
"It is akin to pity," she replied.
Pedro walked to the hearth and
stooped to mend the fire. Then he
straightened up and spoke
"Impossible!" he said quietly. "Ut-
And she, watching him intently,
knew he had believed her. although he
presented this denial. She felt. too.
that her cause was nearly hopeless.
You do not care, then," she said In
a low voice.
"Madonna Lady." he said sadly. "1
care for you a great deal, but not as
Hill does; not as a man should, to be
your lover. You charm me beyond
words; you are lovely aa a dream, and
If I could love any woman. It would
be you—but you are not for me."
"Why not?" she asked sharply, be-
tween her tortured breaths.
"The reason is beyond my power to
alter." said Pedro.
"Then," said she. "I suppose I had
better go Shall you wish to finish the
"Iris!" he cried in a suddenly
changed tone, "come here, listen! Of
course i want to finish the picture; It
And what Is
renew our friendship at the same
"Friendship!" aaid she, with a mirth-
less little laugh.
"Come!" he cried, with an attempt
at putting the Incident behind thenii
"I must talk to you about something
very Important. You asked me to help
you find out who waa troubling your
"Yes." she assented, without much
"Well," he said slowly, "I am most
distressingly placed, Madonna. 1 am
almost certain that he Is being either
blackmailed or misled In some man-
ner, and yet my hands are absolutely
tied. 1 can do nothing."
"What do you mean?" she demand-
"I seem fated to be a man of mys-
tery," he lamented, "but I cannot help
li! I have ascertained that a man of
doubtful character is in communica-
tion with your father; that much I
learned last week. Hut at the Instant
of my discovery of this fact a cir-
cumstance arose that makes It impos-
sible for me to continue as your de-
tective. More than this 1 cannot say.
Hut you will have to find some one
else to help you."
Iris was turning the mntter over In
her mind very rapidly. Did Pedro
really not care for her? Hardly! Why
he said such things ... He had
followed her from the country! Had
he not begged to paint her, and paid
her such compliments as no one yet
had done? That night at the Milll-
gans' came back with a rush of mem-
ory. Ah! he had surely cared then!
What had since occurred to change
him? Samuel Hill! That was it! He
had learned of her former attachment,
and meant at all costs to be loyal to
the man who had befriended him.
Something must be done to make him
see. quite clearly and unmistakably,
that his sacrifice to Hill's trust of him
was a vain and useless thing. Hut how-
was this to be accomplished? Mean-
while. Pedro was still talking.
"I say with regret that I have every
reason to believe that your father is
being defrauded in some way. The
character of the man with whom 1 saw
him, is sufficient to justify this. Also,
alas! this same man now appears to
be Standing in such a connection with
me as makes it impossible for me to
Inform any ordinary person of the
facts. 1 might injure an innocent—
undoubtedly innocent-person by so
doing, to say nothing of perhaps let-
ting out a secret which your fathers
actions prove he wishes kept dark.
For a whole week 1 have been trying
to see my way clear, and at last I
know that it lies only in refusing to
"And yet," said Iris slowly, rising
and putting on her wraps. "I would re-
ward the right person to the best of
my ability, if only the work of help-
ing. perhaps saving, my father could
He gave her the muff for which she
stretched out her hand.
"I wish indeed that I could help
you " said Be. "I know the danger of
ahe awoke Nlta had vanished. And
every one was away. And now 8am-
hill, he, too, is gone! Oh I Merciful
"Sit down and be calm!" cried Pe-
dro. "Tell me all. What hat hap-
"Lucky it Is that Samhlll left the
address!" exclaimed Gunlvlere. "And
lucky, too, that I could find thee. Now,
all will be well!"
"Thanks, oh! smooth tongue, for thy
faith In me," replied Pedro. "But what
has happened? Tell me. quickly!'
"Yesterday we left her with Anna."
began Guuevlere, snd told of Nltas
illness and strange disappearance.
"How very queer!" he commented,
when she had finished. "How unlike
Nlta! And Hill? What has he done?"
"He has uot come home!"
"But there Is nothing strange In
that!" objected Pedro. "Does he not
often stay away all night, eh?"
"But the bear came home!" walled
"Mr. Jones! A*one! Impossible!"
"A pollceman-of-the-law brought
him," explained /Gunevlere, "saying
that he fuund the bear near the river.
The name was on the collar, and the
number, tu savis!"
"Saint Joseph! but that does look
serious!" Pedro exclaimed. "Quick!
is there nothing more?"
"Only that the pollceman-of-the-law
made much noise when he found that
four bears dwelt within the tenement.
He says we must move out. Four
bears are not permitted. One bear
perhaps, If much money be paid. But
four! No. that is not allowed!"
"And what have you done?"
"We have arranged to go Into the
back tenement," said Gunevlere. evi-
dently convinced that the change
would solve the difficulty.
"But. Hill! Something must have
happened to him? And the bear left
him!" said Pedro, walking up and
down excitedly. "He may have been
hurt! Near the river, eh? Good
heavens! I scarcely dare guess what
"The hospitals?" suggested Gune-
vlere with some faint return of her
"Ah! yes," he exclaimed, "1 shall
telephone them at once, and then 1
shall go to Jones street with you. As
for Nita, we shall have to find her
without help; fihe has made me swear
never to invoke public aid in her
behalf, you know."
'•yes. yes!" said Gunevlere. "you
will come, then?"
"Directly!" he cried. "No time must
But as it proved, time mattered
little, for the hospitals told nothing
and ueither did that grim lost and
found ollice, the morgue. For two
whole days Pedro alternated between
his studio and the rear tenement on
Jones street, his mind In an agony of
uncertainty. He could not work for
nervousness, and the combined sus
pense and inaction played havoc with
his spirit. Leigh had been called out
of town to see his mother, who was
111, and there was no one else to whom
Pedro dared go for advice and help.
reftdinHutS°peerhCapse "forTReward- | Hill himself had forbidden that his af
what would it be, this reward?"
For an instant the audacity of what
she was about to say rose like an im-
pediment in her throat, holding her
silent, while her heart beat violently
Then, at last, she found her voice.
"1 would marry him. no matter
'hough he thought there were insur-
mountable objections." she said with
He stood astounded, scarcely able to
credit his hearing, and could only look
arid look at her, open-mouthed. Then
a gleam of light swept across his face
as though he were suddenly possessed
of a glorious idea.
"Iris!" he gasped, "will you—will
you put that down on paper? Make
an—what you call it—affidavit''
"Affidavit?—yea!" she replied.
"Then do so!" he cried, pushing pen
and paper toward her
"Do you really want it?" she asked.
looking straight into his eyes.
"You bet!" he shouted joyously
She laid down her muff, and draw-
ing off her glove, she wrote
I hereby promise to marry you on the
day you ran tell nie my father Is not be-
ln« subjected to danger, or has been res-
rued from that If any, which Im-
perils him. And 1 furthermor
any debatable objections you
tu the marriage.
fairs be made known to anyone but
the sculptor, or Pedro might have
asked Milligan's assistance. As it was,
he could only fume impatiently, and
eat his heart out with worry. At last,
no longer able to endure doing noth-
ing, he called a council of war In the
tenement kitchen. To the assembled
bear-dancers, with exception only of
the still mysteriously absent Nita. he
arose and spoke.
I am going to find Sam Hill, if he
on the face of the earth!" he an-
nounced. "1 am convinced that some
misfortune has befallen him. In half
an hour I am going to take Mr. Jones
with me, and I am not coming back till
we have succeeded In discovering the
whereabouts of my friend.
"Bien! And I," said Beau-Jean,
from his seat on the foot of the bed.
I will go with you to find that Sara-
hill. who Is my friend, aussi."
'Very good!" said Pedro, "all is ar-
ranged. Come, Strong Arm, we will
On the Instant they began collecting
the few traps necessary for a short
absence, and while they were in the
midst of these preparations, the door
thrown open to admit an old
"There!" she said, laughing a trifle
hysterically, when she had finished
"will that do?"
"Splendidly!" said Pedro, and thrust
Ing the folded paper into his breast
pocket, seized her hand and kissed It
with the grace of a courtier.
Iris blushed, watching him with ten
der eyes. Then she submitted to be
ing led downstairs and shut Into her
coupe. No sooner was this accom-
plished than Pedro fled across the
little court and up to the studio as
all the devils in the demonology were
after him. and slamming the door be-
hind him, he proceeded to dance the
coquette at a mad pace, upsetting sev-
eral articles of furniture In the proc-
"And now to find Mr. Samuel Hill!"
he shouted gleefully, waving the paper
above his head.
"Ah! Meestre Samhill," was echoed
In a wall from outside the door.
"Where, oh! where is he?"
Some Adventurea With Variations.
Pedro stared at the door as If trans-
fixed. and then, the wail being repeat-
ed. he opened his portal. On the land-
ing stood Gunevlere.
"Madre de Dios!" he exclaimed,
"what alia thee? Come in."
"Oh! lis terrible?" moaned Gune-
an e act em queen now, and I your
your permission we will finish U. sad J ona! We left her la charge, and when
"Nlta!" yelled Pedro, springing
Instantly the room was In an up-
roar, all talking at once, laughing and
weeping, shouting questions, making
offers of help, proffering food 'and
drink, crowding around the crone with
such clamor and persistence that Pe-
dro could scarcely manage to get her
to a chair. Then she sat beaming
upon them all. apparently in the best
of health and delighted at the wel
come afforded her. Her clothes were,
<#' If possible, a trifle more worn and
' soiled than usual, but. otherwise, she
seemed to have suffered no harm.
"Where hast thou been? What hast
thou done? Where is Samhill? Art
well? Tell us!" they shouted all at
"Aye. 1 am well, lucky for me!" said
Nita. with twinkling eyes, "for I have
been a bird in my day, and I am In
no haete to meet what awaits me In
"Beloved Nlta!" eiclalmed Pedro,
kneeling beside her. "how I rejoice
that thou art safe! But where Is Mr.
"Samhill?" ehe queried. "I have not
seen him, nor thought of him! I have
been abroad on other business. What
"Don't you know?" cried Anna. And
then the clamor began anew. Not
know where Samhill was? Where
could he be. then? Did she not even
know of his disappearance? What
had ahe been doing?
For answer, ah* took Pedro'a faoa
between her old hands that were Ilk®
"Dost thou know who Is In the
city?" ahe aeked. "Thine enemy and
mine, Rlcardo! He struck me. and 1
was senseless. But when mine eyea
opened, I arose and went In search of
him. I took the long, slender machete
with the handle of pearl, but 1 found
him not. There waa a woman with
him . .
"Yes," said Pedro, "my mother."
"Then thou, too, hast seen him!
Where?" she aeked eagerly. "And
with thy mother? Surely you are
"Not mad. only bewildered and
frightened," he answered. "I know
where they are, but not for what pur-
pose! I shall tell thee all that I have
seen, but not now. Can't you hear the
others saying that my benefactor has
vanished? Before anything elBe we
mUBt find and help him, if need be."
"Where are Klcardo and thy mother?"
asked Nlta, her eyea fixed upon Pe-
dro's, and her haBd closed tightly
upon some object that was hidden
among the bundled- shawls and scarfs
about her waist. Pedro's eye followed
"It 1b very far from here, oh, ancient
lady," he lied glibly, "and I shall not
tell you where until 1 return. Then
we shall attend to your little matter,
and I shall see why and how my
mother comes In such company. My
mother!" he turned away and Blghed.
"I had forgotten how I loved her!" he
said as though to himself. Then he
picked up the pole and chain, and sig-
naled to Beau-Jean that he was ready.
Nita arose to her feet.
"Where is the murderer, the se-
ducer of my daughter?" she screamed.
Where 1b Rlcardo?"
"At the other end of the city," said
Pedro. "Come quickly, Beau-Jean.
And with that they were off, leaving
Nita screeching Imprecations at them
from the stair-head, in the most
healthy manner. As they reached the
street Beau-Jean asked:
What is all this murder business
of which Nlta talks? Couldn't we man
age to avenge her, when we have
"Perhaps," said Pedro soberly, "for
tills man, Klcardo Valdez, Is a very
wicked man. He used to live near
my home. Nita was my nurse, once
and her daughter was my foster-sister.
When she was only fifteen Klcardo
stole her away. Then he deserted her
and when she came back to us she
killed herself and her baby. Ever
since Nlta has been looking for him,
to avenge her child. But she is so
old now, that I think we had best not
let her do It. I am sure she would
really prefer dying with us, to dying
"1 agree," said Beau-Jean.
"And now which way Bhall we
turn ?" said Pedro.
"As the bear came from the river,
let us to the river go." suggested
"A good notion," said I'edro, "and
as likely to prove fruitful as any."
"More likely up-town than down,
from here," said Beau-Jean, and again
And so, in accordance with the plan.
If plan It could be properly called, they
made their way westward, straight
toward the docks, and, once reaching
them, began a pilgrimage up-town.
Mr. Jones now began acting in a
most peculiar manner. Something on
the sidewalk had attracted his atten-
tion, and nothing could divert him
until he had made a thorough inspec-
tion. To Beau-Jean and to Pedro
there appeared to be nothing on the
pavement but a good deal of dirt and
refuse; but one particular spot seemed
to have fascinated Mr. Jones, and
there was nothing for it but to stand
waiting while he nosed about.
"Shall I chasten him?" asked Beau-
Jean, who was accustomed to using
this method with Koko.
"No, certainly not," said Pedro, "I
believe he's been here before. Per-
haps he recognizes something. Let us
Pedro's surmise was an eminently
correct one. for Mr. Jones had recog-
nized—honey! Very shortly he raised
his head, found the scent, and came
upon a Becond spot of Interest. How
delightful!—this was the neighbor-
hood in which he had found that nice
hive where there were no bees to
sting, and where the honey was so
plentiful! He really had not taken
half of It last time! And here were
his own footsteps. hl3 sticky, honey-
made footprints, which would help
him to find the treasure again. Thus
it happened that in time they reached
the doorway of the little dairy, which
Mr. Jones recognized with a joyful
bound, and a sort of purr, which
brought the dairyman (who had spied
him through-the window) to the en-
trance, with a shower of abuse ready
"Get out of this, youse!" shouted the
milk vender. "Don't you dast ter come
In. any of youse! I aln't-a-goln'-ter
sell yer nothln'. Get off. you smashln',
murderln' bunch of dagoes! I'll set
the cop on yer If yer don't skldoo!"
"Why?" asked Pedro, wildly excited.
But why won't you sell to us?"
"Go on now! none o' yer back talk!"
growled the man. "I sold to one dago
feller with a bear last week, an' the
brute eat up all me comb-honey! So
get out; quit talkln'."
"A man with a bear?" cried Pedro,
scarcely able to believe his ears. "I'll
bet It's the one 1 want to find That
bear he had belongs to me."
"Well, what do I care for that
said the milk vender sourly. "Get out,
or will I call the cop?"
"Which way did he go?" persisted
Pedro—"same way aa we came?"
A malicious smile came upon the
weazened features of the dairyman.
Hare waa a chance to mlsleud and
annoy a bear-dancer, and to do so was
a wondrous aource of satisfaction.
"He went thla way, bad luck to
him!" he lied, pointing east, "if yer
catch up with blm, 1 hope the bear
eats both of yer!"
When they had been walking for
about half an hour Pedro laid his hand
upon the arm of hla companion.
"Look. Beau-Jean!" said he. "Look,
there, in the window of the little shop
of women's finery! See the girl w
the red-gold hair? I am painting a
picture of the Holy Mother, and the
hair 1b of Just such a color!"
"Indeod!" said Beau-Jeau soberly
"It Is a terrible color. Do you think
that the Holy Mother will be pleased.
I had not thought of that!" replied
Pedro. Then he added suddenly
Oil! see. the shop-lady knows Mr
It was true. The red-haired girl
had given very animated signs of rec-
ognizing the bear, and lifted her gaze
to the persons In whose company he
appeared, (vltli a smlla on her 11 pa.,
which cwlftly gave way to a look of
disappointment as Bhe met their eyes
"Walt!" said Pedro, halting before
the door, "that lady has seen this bear
before, or yam much mistaken! And
what ia more, she expected to see
some one she knew, when she looked
at us! Come in, 1 want to buy some
Whereupon he opened the door, and.
with the bear, entered the crowded
little shop, leaving Beau-Jean gasping
out on the pavement.
Behind the counter stood the emit
Ing Lola La Farge, alias Lizzy Hlnkle
"What can 1 do for you?" she asked,
laying aside the bit of knitting upon
which she had been engaged.
"Thread, please!" said Pedro, Bash'
ing his smile at her.
What color?" she Inquired, admir
ing his eyes and teeth.
"Er—ah—green, please!" said Pe-
dro, becuse her eyes were rather of
that color, and consequently It came
first to mind: "Green, and a needle,
"A needle!" she exclaimed, "you
mean a package of needles!
•I only need one at a time." he told
her. Would she speak of the bear"
Ah! she was going to!
"Seems as If training b|ars and sew
Ing didn't go together very good." she
giggled. "There was a gent in here
not long ago, who didn't know much
more'n you! He had a bear, too!
"Yes?" said Pedro.
"Yes, Indeed," Bhe responded, busily
getting out the articles he had named.
"I do declare to goodness. I thought
this was the very Identical bear, when
I seen you coming!"
"It is the identical bear," remarked
"What!" said she. with a little
shriek of surprise—"well, 1 nerer!
How is the other fellow? Ain't he
got the bear with him then?"
"No. I've got him!" said Pedro
"You don't say!" exclaimed the girl,
peering over the counter, as though
6eelng the animal for the flrBt time.
"And so you know my pal, eh?" said
Pedro. "Now that is nice!"
He smiled again, and, as was usu
ally the case, hypnotized her into In-
stant response. Encouraged by his
interest, and by the fact of their mu-
tual friend, she drew a postal card-
not from the bosom of her pink shirt-
waist—from her pocketbook.
"Well, I certainly do know him'"
said she. "I had this postal from him
only three days ago!"
(TO BE CONTINUED )
SYSTEM SAVES WOMAN'S TIME
Many Farm Wives Lose by Not Map-
ping Their Work Out In Me-
A program is a great labor saver,
we are told, but some women use a
program as a robin does a pole
something to fly from They never
know what Is to be done next, says a
writer in Country Gentleman. A regu-
lar order, wherein the work Is dove-
tailed, makes for eal efficiency
While the woman who does her wort
hit or miss is in the throes of lndv
cision as to what shall be done neit.
the really methodical woman has bar
work all mapped out a week ahejd.
She moves swiftly and surely from one
task to the next with no lost time. The
amount of work she turns off Is a nar-
vel to the other woman.
A good homemaker plans ber wvk
and works her plan. She Is envied by
less executive women, but she must
pay the price in careful thought anl In
an Inflexible will that holds her tc the
prescribed procedure. A weaker 'tom-
an makes a good plan, but ciicum-
stances are forever altering It. She
never drives her work, but ber ork
drives her continually It worries
her; It becomes a niglitma e Because
she Is always putting things off ohe Is
always behind time, and the efore
what she does do is done under pres-
sure and In a hurried way that 'a al-
Take Rest In Time.
Rest la mental. When the -nlnd
wearies the body relaxes. Drudgery
Is mental monotony. The climate of
the mind loses Ha distinct seasons
when drudgery steals away vivacity
and variety. Idleness Is not rest, but
rust. A change of air refreshes th«
whole man. What most people need
for a vacation Is a new duty, not a new
climate. If you would rid yourself of
an old trouble and escape from a gall-
ing condition, take up a new task In-
action leads to atrophy. Bust does
much harm as friction. Th^re Is no
reward for the Idler whether he bw
rich or pour. The lazy man U teldooa
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